When the winter spreads
the chill and snow
and the house is buried half below
the land lies shivering hard,
thinking of the seeds that lie
hibernating till the ice recedes,
reminding man :
"We are like grain; we never die."
the chill and snow
and the house is buried half below
the land lies shivering hard,
thinking of the seeds that lie
hibernating till the ice recedes,
reminding man :
"We are like grain; we never die."
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